I haven’t disappeared.
You know how you experience things and you can’t wait to share them-whether on Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, or in person, even (now there’s a novel idea), but then it doesn’t happen? That happens to me. I don’t know why. Sometimes I can’t wait to tell you about something but I postpone and then the words don’t come.
We’ve rented the same place in Maine for the last few years. It’s a pretty Victorian house on a little cove in an area we visited often when I was young. The sun rises every morning between the trees on the horizon of the cove. When the tide is out, we can walk a half mile out to the peninsula where the starfish live. Often, the moon is full or nearly so, and we watch it from the deck. Last year we discovered that what we thought was a flower garden was probably a fire pit, and we had a new element to add to our evenings. Our families come and visit. At least once, we get dressed up and visit the resort up the street for dinner. We’ve built memories here.
This year’s Maine vacation was needed. It was dreamed about. It was held up as the pinnacle of our summer-something to look forward to. When it finally arrived, every day was cherished. I woke up that Monday morning filled with so much gratitude for life, the moment, my childhood and family. I wish that I could hold on to that moment forever.
Then I ate some bad oysters on Monday night and got sick but that’s OK! I’m better now! And that feeling of waking up full of gratitude is a memory that will stick around for a long time, while those bad oysters are gone forever. Finally. It did take awhile.
I’m back at work and it feels like I never left, until I close my eyes and go back in time a week or so. Where is your happy place?